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Lonely on the Road
Wade Hollis

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Wade Hollis
Wade Hollis doesn’t chase the spotlight — he moves through the world like a shadow at dusk, quietly carving songs out of silence and sand. Born somewhere between the border towns of New Mexico and West Texas, he grew up surrounded by static-filled radio, motel ceilings, and the hum of distant freight trains.

His voice is weathered, like desert wood — raw, honest, and unpolished. Every lyric he writes feels like a road he’s driven a hundred times and still doesn’t fully understand. There’s no big team behind him, no hometown hero narrative. Just a guitar, a gravel road, and the ache of never quite belonging.

Hollis doesn’t stream anywhere else. His music lives exclusively on Filodyo and NOT FM, like postcards from a place most people drive past but never stop to feel. If you’ve ever stared out of a car window at 2 a.m. and felt both free and completely lost — you’ve already heard Wade Hollis, whether you knew it or not.
Track(s)
You Left Your Name Open 62847 04:24
Lonely on the Road 42510 04:23

Lonely on the Road

Wade Hollis


I'd like to know how it feels to have a home
Hate sleepin' alone in motels on the road
I'd like to have a girl with someone else's name
Find a way to settle down and not lose my mind
Livin' on borrowed time
Oh

And it don't matter which way I go
I'll still be lonely on the road
And it don't matter which way I go
I'll still be lonely on the road

I could be a billionaire
But I'm still gon' die
My baby could have kids
But they won't be mine
I don't know what it is
But somethin' just don't feel right
I wish I knew how to live a real simple life
Wish I could make it right
Oh

And it don't matter which way I go
I'll still be lonely on the road
And it don't matter which way I go
I'll still be lonely on the road

I'd like to know how it feels to have a home
Hate sleepin' alone in motels on the road

CREDITS
Performer: Wade Hollis
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

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What’s It Made Of?
LYA

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LYA
“If it doesn’t ask questions, it’s not music.”

LYA (pronounced “Lie-uh”) is a genre-defying artist from Berlin whose roots stretch from conservatory string quartets to the depths of fog-drenched warehouse raves. A classically trained violinist who once performed Vivaldi at age nine, she left formal music behind in her early 20s to pursue something more fractured, more real. What emerged was a sound as delicate as it is defiant—where harpsichords coexist with 2-step beats, and questions matter more than answers.

Her music exists in a liminal zone: somewhere between dance and disassociation, pop and poetry, cathedral and club. LYA often weaves spoken-word passages into her songs, transforming internal monologues into melodic mantras. Vocals—sometimes her own, sometimes spliced and AI-shifted—glide over textured layers of cello, muted synths, and ambient distortion. Think: if Imogen Heap grew up listening to Burial and wrote haikus in code.

LYA’s debut EP “Syntax of Sleep” was a quiet cult success among insomniac circles on Bandcamp, praised for its “introspective maximalism.” Her live sets, often accompanied by generative visuals and interactive lighting that reacts to audience movement, blur the line between concert and hallucination. She isn’t afraid of silence, nor of noise. Both, to her, are forms of rhythm.

LYA doesn’t write songs to explain. She writes them to wonder. “What’s It Made Of?”—her latest single via notfm—isn’t just a title. It’s a dare. A whisper in the hallway between thoughts. A reminder that meaning isn’t always the point.
Track(s)
What’s It Made Of? 12594 02:36

What’s It Made Of?

LYA


Woke up in a sentence I don’t remember writing
(uhhh)
My name’s on the wall
but it’s spelled with a “Y” now
weird

I tried to fold the sunlight into thirds
but it keeps leaking through the creases
Like—
was that ever the point?
(Hey!)
Did we name the silence just to fill it?

A blue cup a red sock a key with no lock
Mom said dreams don’t rot
but I found mold on the corners of mine
(yeah uh-huh)

What’s it made of?
(Lie?)
What’s it made oooooof?
Is this glass or just slow ice?
(what’s the—yeah)
If I bite it will it crack or cry?
(Haha—cry?)
I asked the mirror but she blinked
Twice

My coat is full of exit signs
but none of them point north
I sleep in the hallway between thoughts—
and that’s fine
Or it was
(Was it?)

Someone keeps leaving me notes
in a handwriting I don't remember learning
“Simplify”
“Unwind”
“Don't trust the tulips”

What’s it made of?!
(don’t tell me it’s hope again)
What’s it maaaade of?!
If it’s love why’s it shaped like a chair leg?
If it’s truth
why does it taste like batteries?

Whoa whoa—
Don’t go there
Not now
(NOT NOW!)

CREDITS
Performer: LYA
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2025 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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On the Road Again
Sara Durian

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Sara Durian
Sara Durian is Germany’s undisputed disco queen, electrifying dance floors since the early 2000s with her glitter-drenched beats and futuristic soul. Born in Düsseldorf and raised on a steady diet of Kraftwerk, Donna Summer, and underground Berlin house parties, Sara blends retro grooves with neon-drenched modernity. Her signature sound? A cosmic fusion of French touch, Eurodisco, and synth-heavy pop—unmistakably hers, instantly addictive.

From smoky Berlin clubs to Tokyo fashion runways, Sara has turned every stage into a mirrorball-lit sanctuary. Her voice—sultry, robotic, divine—has been sampled by countless DJs but never duplicated. Whether she’s spinning vinyl or headlining queer festivals across Europe, Sara owns the night like a shimmering phantom of funk.

Still active and more radiant than ever, her legacy is not nostalgia—it’s now. With platinum blond curls and chrome stilettos, she struts through time with a wink and a bass drop.

Her mantra? “All drama, all disco.”
Track(s)
On the Road Again 12798 02:31

On the Road Again

Sara Durian


You had me sold with a whisper
Pulled me close
Said
"You're my best friend"
Now I'm standin' on the shoulder
Of the highway while you're leavin' again

Well
Baby
Don't worry about me
I got my boots and my keys
I got everything I need
And when my thumb gets me home
I'm gonna go out on my own
Gonna find my rainbow's end
And I'll be on the road again

You packed me up in the morning
After you picked me up in the night
And I know you didn't mean it
When you said you were my last ride

Well
Baby
Don't worry about me
I got my boots and my keys
I got everything I need
And when my thumb gets me home
I'm gonna go out on my own
Gonna find my rainbow's end
And I'll be on the road again

Well
When I get to heaven
I'm gonna know
'Cause it's gonna look like New Mexico

And
Baby
Don't worry about me
I got my boots and my keys
I got everything I need
And when my thumb gets me home
I'm gonna go out on my own
Gonna find my rainbow's end
And I'll be on the road again

Yeah
I'll be on the road again
Oh
Baby
I'll be on the road again

CREDITS
Performer: Sara Durian
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2025 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Flip That City
Minerva Sound

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Minerva Sound
Minerva Sound is a five-piece from Bristol, UK, blending glossy disco-pop, neo-soul harmonies, and tight live grooves. The lineup: Malik Rhodes (lead vocal), Tyrone Ellis (vocal/MC), Owen Calder (guitar/bass), Emily Price (vocal/keys), and producer Felix Dunn (drum machines, synths, arrangements). Born out of late-night jam sessions and warehouse sets, they forged a sound that marries hook-heavy choruses with rhythmic precision and rich vocal stacks.

Their debut single, “Flip That City,” captures the group’s signature pulse: rubbery bass, syncopated organ stabs, hand-clap drive, and call-and-response vocals that snap into a euphoric refrain. Lyrically, it zooms in on urban momentum—small choices, quick turns, and the thrill of switching lanes—delivered with swagger and a live-band spark.

Available exclusively on Filodyo, Minerva Sound is poised to turn venues into dance floors across the UK and beyond—one chorus, one groove, one flipped skyline at a time.
Track(s)
Flip That City 45681 03:05

Flip That City

Minerva Sound


Flip it flip it come alive
Turn the dial feel the vibe
City’s pulse jumping high
We don’t stop—we multiply

Smoke in the air bass hits the ground
Feet in the crowd hearts pound around
Spotlight flicks beat rides the sound
Hands in the air lost then found

Shout with me let the rhythm ride
No more still—in this groove we hide
Flip the night on its neon edge
On our mark—pledge to the ledge

Flip that city flip it higher (Hey!)
Flip that city beat the fire (Hey!)
Flip that city where we belong (Yeah!)
Flip that city dance along (Yeah!)

Streetlight jumps when the bass drops low
Crowd moves as the speakers blow
Every step locks into sky-high flow
One more wave—ready set go

Shout with me let the rhythm ride
No more still—in this groove we hide
Flip the night on its neon edge
On our mark—pledge to the ledge

Flip that city flip it higher (Hey!)
Flip that city beat the fire (Hey!)
Flip that city where we belong (Yeah!)
Flip that city dance along (Yeah!)

Flip it—turn around
Flip it—sound the ground
Flip it—up the heat
Flip it—feel the beat

Flip that city flip it higher (Hey!)
Flip that city beat the fire (Hey!)
Flip that city where we belong (Yeah!)
Flip that city dance along (Yeah!)

CREDITS
Performer: Minerva Sound
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2025 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Corazón en la Calle
Zaharela B

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Zaharela B
Zaharela B is a vibrant Latin artist whose music radiates the energy of the dancefloor and the streets alike. Born in San Juan, Puerto Rico, and raised between the Caribbean and Miami, she blends the infectious grooves of reggaeton with the warmth of Latin pop and the bold flair of carnival rhythms. Her sound is a celebration of movement, culture, and joy—rooted in tradition yet unapologetically modern.

Her debut single, Corazón en la Calle, bursts with a reggaeton/dembow pulse, playful sound effects, and call-and-response hooks that pull listeners straight into the party. Switching effortlessly between Spanish and English, Zaharela B brings an unmistakable charisma to every lyric, making her performances feel like a shared celebration.

Available exclusively on Filodyo, Zaharela B’s music is more than just a soundtrack for dancing—it’s an invitation to let go, live in the moment, and move with the beat. With her magnetic presence and unstoppable energy, she’s poised to become a defining voice in the next wave of Latin dance music.
Track(s)
Corazón en la Calle 38100 02:45

Corazón en la Calle

Zaharela B


Beep beep!
Vamos vamos!
Corazón en la calle woo!

Sun on the roof heat on the floor
Boots on the ground crowd wants more
Clap to the beat hips in time
Every little step feels so divine

Turn around bring it close
Hands up high let it show
Dale fuego dale ya
Move your body no se va

Corazón en la calle baila sin parar
Corazón en la calle ritmo va a quemar
Corazón en la calle noche sin final
Corazón en la calle siente el carnaval

Drums in the air bass in my veins
Sweat in the night dance in the rain
Spin to the left slide to the right
Every little move feels like flight

Turn around bring it close
Hands up high let it show
Dale fuego dale ya
Move your body no se va

Corazón en la calle baila sin parar
Corazón en la calle ritmo va a quemar
Corazón en la calle noche sin final
Corazón en la calle siente el carnaval

Beep beep!
Let’s go!
Clap clap!
Go low!

Corazón en la calle baila sin parar
Corazón en la calle ritmo va a quemar
Corazón en la calle noche sin final
Corazón en la calle siente el carnaval

CREDITS
Performer: Zaharela B
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2025 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Ya No Me Duele
Camila Reyes

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Camila Reyes
Camila Reyes was born in Seville, Spain, in 1992, and has spent most of her life surrounded by the vibrant rhythms and colors of Andalusia. By profession, she is a skilled ceramic artist, known for her intricate hand-painted tiles inspired by Moorish patterns and flamenco motifs. Her work has been exhibited in boutique galleries across Spain, yet music has always been her truest form of self-expression.

Raised in a family where boleros and rancheras echoed through the kitchen, Camila began singing at small local gatherings, blending traditional Latin folk with her own soulful touch. Over the years, her voice became a bridge between the streets of Seville and the broader Latin diaspora, carrying both joy and melancholy in every note.

Today, Camila records all of her music exclusively for Filodyo, preserving an intimate connection with her listeners. Her latest release, Ya No Me Duele, is a testament to resilience and emotional rebirth, capturing the strength of moving on without bitterness.
Track(s)
Ya No Me Duele 47497 03:15

Ya No Me Duele

Camila Reyes


Ya no me tiembla la taza del té
cuando tu nombre se cruza en mi piel
La casa cruje igual que ayer
pero mi sombra ya no te ve

Dejé tus cartas en el alfeizar
el viento sabrá si las quiere llevar
Mis manos no piden no quieren cerrar
lo que no abraza… no vuelve a entrar

Ya no me duele
ni tu voz ni tu eco
El silencio en mi mesa
es mejor que tu juego

Ya no me duele
ni la flor ni el invierno
Yo me quedo de pie
y tú te vas con el viento

Me dolió
pero no me rompió

Ya no me duele
ni el reloj ni el destino
Mis pasos no buscan
ya tienen su camino

CREDITS
Performer: Camila Reyes
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2025 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Control
Mateo Lux

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Mateo Lux
Mateo Lux is a rising voice in contemporary electronic pop, blending sleek production with raw emotional intensity. Born with a natural flair for performance, he crafts music that balances dancefloor energy with lyrical depth. His debut single, Control, showcases a magnetic mix of pulsing rhythms and hypnotic melodies, setting the tone for a bold artistic journey ahead.

Discovered by Hakan E. for Filodyo, Mateo brings an unapologetic confidence to every note he sings. His style captures both vulnerability and power, creating an atmosphere that draws listeners into his world. With Control, he isn’t just introducing himself—he’s making a statement, marking the arrival of a distinctive new talent destined to leave a lasting imprint on modern music.
Track(s)
Control 40336 02:48

Control

Mateo Lux


Yeah
Mm-hmm
Turn it up
Uh
Let’s go

Step in — heat rise
No rules — my side
You move — I lead
One look — you’re mine
Hands on — don’t hide
We ride — midnight
Your pulse — my beat
You fall — my feet

I got control control control control
You want it slow slow slow slow
I make you go go go go
You lose it — oh oh oh oh

Eyes lock — no doubt
Lights fade — we’re loud
One step — we burn
Two steps — return
Your breath — my flame
No fear — no shame
Your hands — can’t stay
My voice — your way

I got control control control control
You want it slow slow slow slow
I make you go go go go
You lose it — oh oh oh oh

You say you ready — I say prove it
You say you steady — I say move it
You cross the line — I pull you closer
One more time — game over

Control (control)
Control (control)
Control (control)
Control (control)

I got control control control control (yeah)
You want it slow slow slow slow (uh-huh)
I make you go go go go (let’s go)
You lose it — oh oh oh oh (yeah yeah)

Yeah…
Control
Mm-hmm
Fade out…

CREDITS
Performer: Mateo Lux
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2025 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Pages in the Groove
Ted Craft

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Ted Craft
Born in 1992 in Austin, Texas, Ted Craft grew up surrounded by a melting pot of musical influences — from the blues and country his father played on vinyl to the funk and disco his mother kept on repeat in the kitchen. By the age of 10, he was playing guitar and piano, and by 14 he was already performing at local open-mic nights. His natural stage charisma and ear for infectious melodies quickly set him apart from his peers.

After high school, Ted earned a scholarship to the prestigious Berklee College of Music in Boston, where he majored in Contemporary Writing and Production. During his time there, he immersed himself in pop and funk theory, honing his skills in arrangement, songwriting, and live performance. Berklee also gave him the opportunity to collaborate with musicians from all over the world, helping shape the eclectic yet polished sound he’s known for today.

Post-graduation, Ted moved to Los Angeles and began crafting his signature blend of sleek pop hooks, groovy basslines, and bright funk guitar riffs. His debut EP quickly caught the attention of both critics and streaming audiences, with its feel-good energy and polished musicianship.

On stage, Ted Craft is a showman through and through — dynamic, playful, and completely in command of his audience. Whether fronting a full band or delivering an intimate acoustic set, he brings the same infectious energy and precision that has made him one of the most exciting new names in the pop-funk scene.
Track(s)
Pages in the Groove 46364 03:09

Pages in the Groove

Ted Craft


I’ve walked into rooms where no one knew my name
Just a stranger with a pocket full of games
Every beat another chapter I could tell
Every move another spell I had to sell

Lights spin I’m reading the crowd
Hear my story as the bass gets loud
Oh-oh I’m not here to hide
I’m just letting my pages slide

These are the pages in the groove I’ve made
Pages in the groove yeah they never fade
Every step every night it’s a story played
Oh-oh that’s the life I’ve laid

There’s a bar in Berlin a floor in Madrid
Faces change but the rhythm never did
Bought a round for the table told a joke or two
They don’t know the truth but I gave them the view

Lights spin I’m reading the crowd
Hear my story as the bass gets loud
Oh-oh I’m not here to hide
I’m just letting my pages slide

These are the pages in the groove I’ve made
Pages in the groove yeah they never fade
Every step every night it’s a story played
Oh-oh that’s the life I’ve laid

If you read between the beats you’ll know my name
Every chorus is a frame in a bigger game
We all write on the floor tonight
And I’m just signing mine in the neon light [vocal run ad-lib]

These are the pages in the groove I’ve made
Pages in the groove yeah they never fade
Every step every night it’s a story played
Oh-oh that’s the life I’ve laid

Pages in the groove…
…and the night goes on

CREDITS
Performer: Ted Craft
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2025 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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The Only Good Julio...
Eli Varnish

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Eli Varnish
Eli Varnish spent most of his life drawing straight lines for crooked cities. As an architect, he designed libraries, train stations, and far too many gray, forgettable office buildings. He was always more interested in light than concrete — the way it moved through windows, shifted on floors, or disappeared behind closed doors. But deadlines piled up, and inspiration gave way to invoices. When he retired at 62, he didn’t throw a party. He just handed in his keys, took the long way home, and listened to the silence.

That’s when the music came back.
In his youth, Eli had played piano quietly — always in private, never in public. Now, with no blueprints to chase, he returned to the keys. Slowly. Gently. A few friends joined him — a bassist who used to drive a bus, a trombonist who sold insurance, and a drummer who once taught math. They started meeting weekly above an old bookstore. No gigs, no names. Just music.

Eventually, they found their way into a small jazz bar — dim, warm, and half-forgotten. That’s where Eli plays now. No spotlight, no talk. Just a glass of red wine, a crooked hat, and a piano that creaks in all the right places. The audience doesn’t clap much. They just nod, like they recognize something they forgot they knew.

Eli doesn’t miss architecture. “Buildings are meant to last,” he says, “but songs... songs are meant to leave.” And so he plays — not to impress, but to remember. To trace old lines in the air. To build something no one can own, but everyone can feel.

The Only Good Julio I Ever Knew Was Don (They Never Meant It)

Eli Varnish


He said “brother” like it cost him nothin’
Smiled wide and stole my coat
Asked for time asked for money
Left me short and called it hope

The waitress said I had nice eyes
While stackin' bills that weren’t mine
The preacher swore we’d all be saved
But his watch was gold and mine was fake

They never meant it
Not the cheers not the names
All them kind words
Were just poker games
But I knew a man once—
Did what he said he’d do
The only good Julio I ever knew
Was Don

The boss shook hands with dirty gloves
Said “You're family” then raised the flood
And mama prayed through gritted teeth
While sellin' things we couldn't eat

They never meant it
All that “brother” all that “son”
They toast your wins
Then load their guns
But I knew a man once—
Quiet as a Sunday pew
The only good Julio I ever knew
Was Don

They’ll write your name on birthday cake
And scratch it off the will
They’ll hug you at the front door
While makin’ copies of the deed still

They never meant it
It was polish on a stone
But that old man with the cracked hat
Said “take your time or take it alone”
I knew a man once—
Didn’t lie to get through
The only good Julio I ever knew
Was Don

CREDITS
Performer: Eli Varnish
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2025 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Turn It Over
Cold Empires

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Cold Empires
Cold Empires is a high-energy trio from London whose music fuses hip-hop bravado with EDM’s explosive power. The group is made up of rapper Jamal Rivers, lyricist/MC Ethan Cole, and powerhouse vocalist Sienna Brooks. Together, they bring an unstoppable mix of raw verses, soaring hooks, and chant-driven crowd anthems designed for the biggest stages.

Jamal grew up in Brixton, raised on a steady diet of UK grime and American hip-hop, perfecting his rapid-fire delivery in underground battles. Ethan, born in Manchester, came from a background in electronic production, cutting his teeth as a DJ before stepping forward as both a writer and performer. Sienna, the daughter of a jazz pianist from Brighton, grew up singing gospel and soul before embracing the adrenaline of modern pop performance.

The trio met during a festival workshop in Ibiza, instantly recognizing their shared obsession with blending rap, electronic drops, and big-room hooks. Their debut single, Turn It Over, is the result: a bold, festival-ready anthem built for dance floors, packed with call-and-response energy, pounding kicks, and chant-style hooks that keep the crowd locked in.

Available exclusively on Filodyo and NOT FM, Cold Empires are carving out their own lane—one that thrives on intensity, collaboration, and the unstoppable spirit of the party.
Track(s)
Turn It Over 35153 02:35

Turn It Over

Cold Empires


Yeah!
Turn it over turn it over now!
Uh-huh!
Let’s go!

Runnin’ through the blocks got my heartbeat kickin’
Steel on my feet and the wheels keep spinnin’
Bass in my chest like a downtown riot
Hands in the air if you just can’t fight it

Skyscraper bounce in the middle of the lane
Every light flashin’ can’t stay the same
Heat in the air yeah the night’s our stage
Flip it one more time let’s break that cage

Turn it over! (Hey!)
Spin it ‘round now! (Hey!)
Turn it over! (Hey!)
Never slow down! (Hey!)
We keep movin’ we keep burnin’
Ride that beat the city’s turnin’
Turn it over! (Hey!)
Never slow down! (Hey!)

Jump to the left now slide to the right
We don’t wait for the day we ignite the night
Steam on the glass when the crowd gets near
Every move we make yeah the world can hear

We’re wired up loud with the floor still shakin’
No pause button no chance we’re takin’
Hands to the roof keep the vibe on fire
Drop it one more time lift it even higher

Turn it over! (Hey!)
Spin it ‘round now! (Hey!)
Turn it over! (Hey!)
Never slow down! (Hey!)
We keep movin’ we keep burnin’
Ride that beat the city’s turnin’
Turn it over! (Hey!)
Never slow down! (Hey!)

Push it forward!
Push it higher!
Can’t hold back!
Feel that fire!
Break it flip it!
Don’t stop yet!
We’re not done — it’s not over yet!

Turn it over! (Hey!)
Spin it ‘round now! (Hey!)
Turn it over! (Hey!)
Never slow down! (Hey!)
We keep movin’ we keep burnin’
Ride that beat the city’s turnin’
Turn it over! (Hey!)
Never slow down! (Hey!)

CREDITS
Performer: Cold Empires
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2025 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Still Life in Motion
Elyra Dawn

Verified Verified Artist

Elyra Dawn
Elyra Dawn was born in Rotterdam, raised between ferry horns and late-night radio static. Music wasn’t a choice — it was everywhere. Her mother sang quietly while folding laundry, her older brother blasted trance through paper-thin walls, and Elyra? She listened. Carefully. Absorbing melodies like secondhand sunlight.

She spent her teenage years bouncing between school choirs, bedroom recordings, and weekend trips to Amsterdam’s record stores. The moment she first heard Robyn’s Dancing On My Own on a train platform at dusk, something clicked. It wasn’t just about sadness or joy — it was how you could wear both in the same voice. That duality, the push and pull between euphoria and vulnerability, would become Elyra’s signature.

After performing in local clubs and uploading small demos online, she received an unexpected email from Filodyo’s Hakan E — a message that simply said: “You sound like you’ve lived a little. Let’s talk.” What followed was a slow, careful collaboration: late-night file exchanges, voice memos from backstage, moments captured between flights. Elyra didn’t rush it. She never does.

Today, her voice balances two worlds — the sweaty rush of the dancefloor and the quiet ache of a Sunday morning alone. Her hooks stick, her delivery stings, and her presence on stage feels at once intimate and cinematic. Elyra Dawn isn’t here to be loud. She’s here to be heard.
Track(s)
Still Life in Motion 99589 03:31

Still Life in Motion

Elyra Dawn


I kept your echo in a borrowed chord
Faded at the edges like a prayer ignored
You never spoke in “forever” terms—
Only in glances only in turns

We drew lines in passing trains
Paused in motion looped refrains
What we had was quiet gold—
But time like steam refused to hold

So I won't chase the version of us
That never really stayed never fully was
You were a still life mid-collapse
A moving part in silent gaps
And I loved you there—
Where the light never dared
But lingered
Like it knew
We’d vanish fair

You hummed in keys I couldn’t trace
Left fingerprints on open space
A breath a shift a tilted frame
No villain here just untitled blame

Maps don’t cover scenes like this
Where lips forget what touch meant bliss
But if you ask what we became—
A shadow signed with no one’s name

I won't rewrite the note you played
Or tune the silence we conveyed
You were a still life breaking fast
A fleeting truth I couldn’t grasp
And I loved you there—
Not to repair—
But to remember
Without despair

Maybe we were best
in between intentions
Not a love song—
just the tension

Still life
in motion
Still life
Not frozen

CREDITS
Performer: Elyra Dawn
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2025 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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You Left Your Name ...
Wade Hollis

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Wade Hollis
Wade Hollis doesn’t chase the spotlight — he moves through the world like a shadow at dusk, quietly carving songs out of silence and sand. Born somewhere between the border towns of New Mexico and West Texas, he grew up surrounded by static-filled radio, motel ceilings, and the hum of distant freight trains.

His voice is weathered, like desert wood — raw, honest, and unpolished. Every lyric he writes feels like a road he’s driven a hundred times and still doesn’t fully understand. There’s no big team behind him, no hometown hero narrative. Just a guitar, a gravel road, and the ache of never quite belonging.

Hollis doesn’t stream anywhere else. His music lives exclusively on Filodyo and NOT FM, like postcards from a place most people drive past but never stop to feel. If you’ve ever stared out of a car window at 2 a.m. and felt both free and completely lost — you’ve already heard Wade Hollis, whether you knew it or not.
Track(s)
You Left Your Name Open 62847 04:24
Lonely on the Road 42510 04:23

You Left Your Name Open

Wade Hollis


You never closed the salt jar tight
Your chair still leans to the left
The spoon you used is upside down
Like it forgot your breath

The balcony plant asks less light now
The floor knows where you stood
My shirts all hang a little wrong
Like fabric understood

You left your name open—
In the drawer in the rug in the swing
It creaks your rhythm
Not a ghost—just a string
You left your name open—
And it hums when I cook when I think
It’s not heartbreak
It’s ink

The fruit went soft before I ate
I saved it like a dare
The faucet sings in your old tone
Like grief pretending care

You left your name open—
Not screaming not lost not loud
Just tucked in sounds
That don’t need a crowd
You left your name open—
No frames no shrine no drink
Just weightless
But it sinks

I live around you
Like pages live around a word
Not erased
Just blurred

CREDITS
Performer: Wade Hollis
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2025 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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When the Noise Fades
The Absents

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The Absents
The Absents are a four-piece synth-pop and modern disco-pop band hailing from Brighton, on the south coast of the United Kingdom. The lineup consists of Elliot Kane (vocals), Ryan Whitford (keyboards & production), Callum Price (bass guitar & synth bass), and Jamie Harlow (guitar & backing vocals). The four met in 2018 at a local music festival, where a late-night jam session revealed a shared passion for blending the melodic elegance of 80s synth-pop with the energy and polish of modern pop production.

Deeply influenced by the infectious hooks and emotive energy of Erasure, The Absents quickly began writing together, crafting songs that pair bright synth textures with tight bass grooves and subtle funk undertones. Their early rehearsals took place in a modest studio near Brighton’s seafront, a space that soon became their creative sanctuary and the birthplace of their signature sound.

In 2019, the band released their debut single, which found its way onto local radio playlists and began circulating through London’s club scene. Known for their vivid light shows, charismatic stage presence, and danceable, high-energy sets, The Absents built a reputation as one of the most exciting new acts in the UK’s pop landscape.

Today, The Absents continue to bridge nostalgia and modernity, reaching audiences far beyond the British Isles. Elliot’s commanding yet soulful vocals, Ryan’s shimmering synth arrangements, Callum’s deep, driving grooves, and Jamie’s melodic guitar lines come together to create a live experience that is as unforgettable as it is electrifying.
Track(s)
When the Noise Fades 53623 04:00
But North Keeps 52122 03:46

When the Noise Fades

The Absents


You said it all without a sound
Eyes like rivers underground
No stage no sign no grand display
But still you took my breath away

When the noise fades
I see you clear
No masks remain
No need to steer
In that still shade
You draw me near

Curtains closed the world stands still
No rush no race no sudden thrill
Just quiet steps upon the floor
No less no more I ask for

When the noise fades
I see you clear
No masks remain
No need to steer
In that still shade
You draw me near

I don’t believe in grand goodbyes
Just simple truths behind the eyes
Not every tale begins with fire
Some just flicker then inspire

When the noise fades
I see you clear
No masks remain
No need to steer
In that still shade
You draw me near

CREDITS
Performer: The Absents
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2025 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Things I Never Said
Bruno Galvez

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Bruno Galvez
Bruno Galvez was born to a working-class Spanish family in Valencia, where the scent of orange blossoms mixed with the sound of distant flamenco was part of everyday life. Raised in a modest apartment above a small tapas bar, Bruno’s earliest memories include the strum of his grandfather’s old guitar and the rhythm of heels tapping against the tiled floor. Music wasn't just tradition — it was identity.

To support himself through school, Bruno played guitar on the streets and metro stations of Madrid, his case open for coins, his eyes always scanning for inspiration. These years shaped both his sound and his soul. The rawness of performing for strangers taught him to listen deeply to people’s silence — and to fill it with something honest. His fingers spoke when words failed, and soon his name became familiar in the underground corners of the city.

He studied Anthropology at the Universidad Autónoma de Madrid, drawn to human stories, rituals, and rhythms — the same themes that echo in his music. By night he was a student of culture; by day, a transmitter of it, blending traditional flamenco with the urgency of the modern world. His academic lens gave new depth to his compositions, adding layers that resonated beyond melody.

Today, Bruno Galvez is no longer just a street performer. He’s a storyteller, a cultural bridge, and a reminder that music — especially flamenco — is not meant to be caged. It is meant to move, to cry, to celebrate, and most importantly, to survive.
Track(s)
Silbando Tu Nombre 47304 03:34
Things I Never Said 51252 03:48

Things I Never Said

Bruno Galvez



I kept your name in a quiet drawer
Where I hide the things I can't restore
Every word I wrote I burned unread
I'm still haunted by the things I never said

I didn't scream I didn't cry
I let you leave without asking why
But in my bones I broke and bled
From all the things I never said

[Guitar Break]

I smiled like silence was my friend
But silence never helps in the end
You touched my back I turned instead
And buried deep the things I never said

I didn't scream I didn't cry
I let you leave without asking why
But in my bones I broke and bled
From all the things I never said

[Instrumental Break]

There were nights I danced just to forget
Lips on mine but no regret
Still I feel you in my breath—
A ghost that never left

[Final Chorus]
I didn't scream I let you go
But now the quiet hurts me more
I should’ve loved I should’ve pled
Instead I kept the things I never said

CREDITS
Performer: Bruno Galvez
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2025 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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DNC (feat Jace T)
Erica

Verified Verified Artist

Erica
Say hello to Erica, a gem unearthed from the misty fjords of Bergen, Norway, serenading the world with her dance tunes. This synth-swirling belter could make a sardine shimmy with her infectious energy.

Growing up with classical piano lessons under Norway's perpetual drizzle, Erica found her musical identity sandwiched between her mom's Edith Piaf records and the emotional pull of her dad's synth fascination. While most 16-year-olds are busy amassing Instagram followers, Erica channeled her teenage angst into penning down her first song. It never saw the light of day, but listen closely at her concerts and you might hear her hum those nostalgic notes.

Erica shifted her base to the bustling streets of Berlin at 23, transitioning from a street musician to minimalist stages with a poise that could make Madonna go green. Her biggest hit has to be "DNC", a song that will make your feet tap and heart flutter before you even realize. Ever seen a packed room fall silent? Attend an Erica gig, as her whispers hush the room, except for that one guy always clapping off-beat.

Straddling both cheerful and profound, Erica's music echoes her journey. Dancing through life, one synth-filled melody at a time, she's proving that you can take a Norwegian out of the rain, but you can't take the rhythm out of the girl.
Track(s)
DNC (feat Jace T) 10623 02:49

DNC (feat Jace T)

Erica


Game start

D-N-C D-N-C D-N-C D-N-C
D-N-C D-N-C — uh uh-huh uh-huh
D-N-C D-N-C D-N-C D-N-C
D-N-C D-N-C — uh uh-huh uh-huh

Message popped — you said “what’s the plan?”
I said “spotlight speakers and fans”
No need for heels just sneakers and heat
Let’s meet where the night skips a beat oh-oh-oh

Don’t you want me like I want you baby?
Don’t you feel it when the lights turn low?
We’ll sleep later now the floor is waiting
All you gotta do is just say “go”

Let’s dance — just a little closer
No chance — that I’m movin’ slower
Midnight — we can make it ours
Don’t hold back now this groove got power

D-N-C D-N-C D-N-C D-N-C
D-N-C D-N-C — uh uh-huh uh-huh

Yeah lights flashin’ heart's tappin’ the beat
You the cheat code makin' rhythm complete
No cap you a glitch in the matrix
Caught up in your vibe yeah it’s dangerous

Late night—steppin’ out like a boss
One move and I’m already lost
You spin I follow like fate in loops
We the headline — no need for groups

Call me when you’re close
Text me one emoji
You know where the rhythm is
Baby don’t be lowkey

Let’s dance — just a little closer
No chance — that I’m movin’ slower
Midnight — we can make it ours
Don’t hold back now this groove got power

[Hook – both voices layered]
D-N-C D-N-C D-N-C D-N-C
D-N-C D-N-C — uh uh-huh uh-huh
D-N-C D-N-C D-N-C D-N-C
D-N-C D-N-C — uh uh-huh uh-huh

Say it once say it right
Let’s move just tonight
Say it once say it right
Just move just tonight
D-N-C

CREDITS
Performer: Erica
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2025 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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All for One Y.
Ayvenn

Verified Verified Artist

Ayvenn
Ayvenn was born and raised in Clearwater Heights, a quiet hillside town in Georgia where music wasn’t just background noise — it was how people coped, celebrated, and remembered. From Sunday gospel choirs to late-night Latin radio, the sounds around him shaped a boy who rarely spoke, but always listened. In silence, he learned to interpret the world. And when he began writing lyrics, it wasn’t about performance — it was about decoding feelings he couldn’t name.

Fusing Pop and R&B with understated Latin textures, Ayvenn crafts music that feels more like film than formula. His voice is warm, restrained, and precise — a narrator of emotional undercurrents rather than explosions. Each track unfolds slowly, deliberately, like memories coming into focus. There’s clarity in his subtlety, weight in his pauses.

His breakout song, “All for One Y.” was born from an unexpected connection. Hakan E — the mind behind Filodyo, known for his instinct in spotting rare talent — reached out after hearing early demos from Ayvenn. He sent a short message and a concept: “This isn’t a love song. It’s a math problem.” That idea resonated deeply. To Ayvenn, the X’s weren’t just variables — they were past mistakes, unanswered questions, the people he couldn’t quite hold onto. And the “Y”? The reason he kept trying.

Ayvenn recorded the song in a single late-night session, layering vocals with surgical attention, pulling tension from silence, and shaping each detail until it echoed with something intimate and real. To Solve for Y isn’t just a debut — it’s an internal dialogue turned outward, crafted for anyone who’s ever tried to explain a feeling they didn’t fully understand.

Now, Ayvenn is building a sound that’s emotionally meticulous, sonically immersive, and unmistakably his own. Every track is a quiet revelation. Every heartbreak, every wrong turn — part of the formula. And somewhere, at the end of it, is the answer. Always her.
Track(s)
All for One Y. 26985 04:18

All for One Y.

Ayvenn


Uuuh
Aaaa
I had the chalk I had the board
Thought I knew what I was fighting for

I mapped it out like a perfect line
Variables dancing in my mind
Tried to graph where you might be
But love don’t fit no geometry

Slopes and curves they lied to me
No formula for what you see
You’re that value off the grid
And I solved what no one ever did

Every X I tried to crack
Led me closer no way back
Thought I had it all misread
But you were waiting up ahead

You don’t know how many Xs I had to break
To get one inch closer to Y (uh-huh)
I carried numbers like they were names
Till the moment you met my eye (ooooh)
It’s a mess of signs and endless tries
But now your logic redefines (yeaaah)
You don’t know how many Xs I had to face
Just to solve for a single Y

(Uuh uuh — that single Y)
(Aaah all those Xs I tried)

Circle back erase the trace
You’re the answer that now holds its place
I tried dividing all the pain
But you were constant in the rain

Was it sine or just a sign?
You curved in at the perfect time
I drew a heart inside the square
And this time you were really there

I factored in the nights alone
Calculated love unknown
But this equation found its truth
When all the numbers pointed to you

I reduced and simplified
You multiplied what’s deep inside
Left the questions in the dust
Now the formula is us

You don’t know how many Xs I had to break
To find the one and only Y (yeah yeah)
I carried numbers like they were names
But you gave meaning to the why (no no)
It’s a mess of signs and endless tries
Now it all aligns no need to lie (uh-huh)
You don’t know how many Xs I had to face
Just to solve for a single Y

(Uuh that final Y)
(Aaaah no more Xs I…)

Maybe you were undefined
In the limits of my mind
An asymptote I chased in vain
Till you stood right in the frame

You don’t know how many Xs I had to break
To stand here holding onto Y
I carried numbers like they were weights
But now the answer meets the sky
The signs were loud the tries were wild
But now I see the reason why
You don’t know how many Xs I had to face
Just to know that Y was you

(Uuh you’re my Y)
(Aaaah it’s always been you)

So I drop the pen the work is done
You were the proof the only one
No more math no more try
You’re my answer — you’re my Y

CREDITS
Performer: Ayvenn
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2025 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Cooler Than My Tears
Miles Rennick

Verified Verified Artist

Miles Rennick
Miles Rennick is an electro-pop singer and songwriter whose music blends playful irony with slick, club-ready production. With a cheeky, half-sung and half-spoken vocal style, he brings a unique personality to the modern indie-pop scene.

His debut track “Cooler Than My Tears” captures this spirit perfectly — a quirky yet infectious anthem built on groovy basslines, crisp synth riffs, and a sarcastic lyrical edge. Both tongue-in-cheek and danceable, the track reflects Rennick’s ability to turn irony into a hook.

Dedicated to staying independent and unconventional, Miles Rennick has chosen to release his music exclusively through Filodyo and NOT FM, highlighting his close collaboration with platforms that value originality and artistic freedom.
Track(s)
Cooler Than My Tears 44104 03:15

Cooler Than My Tears

Miles Rennick


(ha!)
The lock is broken doors swing wide
No more shadows I need to hide

Your perfume fades on an empty shelf
I found a mirror I found myself
Every promise was a borrowed flame
Now I walk and forget your name (uhh)

Chains fall silent on the floor
Wings I never used before
Every breath tastes sharp and new
Every step pulls me through (yeah ha!)

I’m alive I’m alive (woo!)
Burning like the morning rise
Can’t hold me I’m untamed (ha!)
Your love was a painted game
Now the echoes fade from me (na-na)
Every step is victory
I’m alive I’m alive
Cooler than the tears I cried (uhh)

Empty glass on the wooden rail
Stories sink but my ship will sail
Every memory’s a paper boat
Drifting far till it can’t float (yeah)

Chains fall silent on the floor
Wings I never used before
Every breath tastes sharp and new
Every step pulls me through (woo!)

I’m alive I’m alive (say it loud)
Burning like the morning rise
Can’t hold me I’m untamed (ohhh)
Your love was a painted game
Now the silence sings with me (yeah yeah)
Every step is victory
I’m alive I’m alive
Cooler than the tears I cried (hah!)

You thought I’d break…
But I’m stronger than the storm
I’m running past the past
And it will never find me again (mmm)

I’m alive I’m alive (uhh woo!)
Burning like the morning rise
Can’t hold me I’m untamed (ha!)
Your love was a painted game
Now the silence sings with me (na-na-na)
Every step is victory
I’m alive I’m alive
Cooler than the tears I cried (yeah yeah yeah)

(ha!)
Cooler than the tears I cried…
Cooler than the tears I cried

CREDITS
Performer: Miles Rennick
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2025 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Static on the Line
Ryder James

Verified Verified Artist

Ryder James
Ryder James is a rising pop-soul artist whose warm vocals and timeless style bridge the gap between classic soul storytelling and modern pop production. With a voice that carries both grit and grace, he creates songs that feel instantly familiar yet refreshingly new.

His debut single, Static on the Line, is a captivating blend of heartfelt lyricism and smooth, groove-driven instrumentation. Produced by Filodyo and released exclusively on NOT FM, the track showcases Ryder’s ability to turn everyday moments into powerful musical narratives.

Raised on a steady diet of soul legends and contemporary pop innovators, Ryder brings authenticity and emotional depth to every performance. Static on the Line is more than just a song—it’s an introduction to an artist who is here to connect, move, and inspire listeners worldwide.
Track(s)
Static on the Line 51594 03:46

Static on the Line

Ryder James


Mmm… yeah
Turn it up

Found your note between the bills folded twice
Three crooked letters never said it nice
Kitchen radio is drifting off-time
Wrong station playing but it suits the night

I dial your number — hear a click then air
Flashing digits on the stove just stare
Every heartbeat in my chest misaligns
Still I’m listening for a sign

There’s static on the line but I still hear you fine
In broken little sparks we talk like power lines
If silence is a sign then prove me wrong tonight
Tune me in or cut me loose — there’s static on the line

City bus sighs at a midnight stop
Paperback angel at a corner shop
Borrowed coat hangs wide on my frame
Pockets full of change and a half-drawn name

Counting rail ties stepping over goodbyes
Copper on my tongue from unspoken replies
I hold my breath as if it might realign
What keeps crossing in my mind

There’s static on the line but I still hear you fine
In broken little sparks we talk like power lines
If silence is a sign then prove me wrong tonight
Tune me in or cut me loose — there’s static on the line

Maybe I’m a bent antenna in a storm I knew
Turn me just a single degree — I point back to you
If the signal fades and the bars go blind
Call me by the name you underlined

Line… line… static on the line
(Keep talking)
Line… line… static on the line

There’s static on the line but I still hear you fine
In broken little sparks we talk like power lines
If silence is a sign then prove me wrong tonight
Tune me in or cut me loose — there’s static on the line

Mmm… tune me in
Static on the line

CREDITS
Performer: Ryder James
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2025 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Runaway Light
Ian Merrow

Verified Verified Artist

Ian Merrow
Ian Merrow is an alternative singer-songwriter from the misty shores of Brighton, UK, whose music lives quietly but powerfully—exclusively on Filodyo. Blending melancholic guitar textures with intimate, confessional lyrics, Ian crafts songs that feel like late-night thoughts you were never meant to say out loud. His sound walks the line between indie rock and cinematic pop, echoing the raw sensitivity of artists like Jeff Buckley and the atmospheric pull of early Radiohead.

Rather than chasing the mainstream, Ian chose to remain deliberately off-grid. He records in his small seaside flat, using second-hand gear and a notebook full of scribbled lines. For him, imperfection is part of the truth. His debut track "Runaway Light" introduced listeners to a world of quiet emotional urgency, where love, regret, and longing flicker like headlights in the fog.

Ian’s connection to Filodyo wasn’t just a distribution decision—it was an artistic choice. “It’s the only platform that lets me stay invisible and be heard at the same time,” he says. No social media, no interviews, no labels. Just music. And for those who find him, it's like stumbling upon a secret worth keeping.

With each release, Ian continues to prove that volume isn’t necessary to make an impact. His songs don’t shout — they haunt.
Track(s)
Runaway Light 15075 03:29

Runaway Light

Ian Merrow


You showed up in my life like a summer flame
Lit up the dark but never played the game
We danced through the chaos no plan no map
Just two wild hearts in a midnight trap

You said “Don’t blink the moment might go”
And I felt the sky start to glow

We were runnin’ on runaway light
Faster than the doubts that kept us up at night
Hands out the window dreams in our eyes
Didn’t know where but we knew how to fly
We were burnin’ burnin’ too bright—
On runaway light

Old mixtapes and crooked smiles
We drove in silence for a hundred miles
Your hair in the wind sun on your face
Even the hurt felt like grace

You said “Hold on don’t let it fade”
And I swear the world was remade

We were runnin’ on runaway light
Faster than the doubts that kept us up at night
Hands out the window dreams in our eyes
Didn’t know where but we knew how to fly
We were burnin’ burnin’ too bright—
On runaway light

Now the road is quiet the flame burns low
But I still feel it when the records slow
You’re a spark that never died
Still running in my mind

We were runnin’ on runaway light
Took that leap didn’t care if it was right
Hearts on fire truth in disguise
Felt so alive we didn’t even try
We were burnin’ burnin’ too bright—
On runaway light

CREDITS
Performer: Ian Merrow
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2025 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Velvet Routine (fea...
Mark Martian

Verified Verified Artist

Mark Martian
Mark Martian is one of the most elusive figures in the music world, and his mysterious persona has left many fans wondering—could he really be from Mars?

Known for using the alias Martian Mark during his collaborations, this enigmatic producer has somehow managed to evade the spotlight completely. No interviews, no photos, no videos—Mark is practically a ghost. Some say it’s part of his brand, while others speculate wildly. Who knows?

Maybe while Elon Musk dreams of building colonies on Mars, Mark’s already here, quietly making beats after hitching a ride from the Red Planet’s first neighborhood.

Despite the secrecy surrounding him, one thing’s clear: Mark’s music speaks volumes. His deep house tracks pulse with interstellar vibes, his pop productions are out-of-this-world catchy, and his funk grooves are, well, otherworldly.

Whether he’s blending cosmic synths with soulful beats or dropping funk-infused rhythms, his style keeps listeners hooked and guessing. You can hear his work across platforms, but his music truly shines on Filodyo, where you might catch the next great Martian anthem—if he doesn’t beam it up first.
Track(s)
Run With the Fire 38520 02:49
Algo Rhthym 70490 05:32
Velvet Routine (feat Lillian Rose) 11883 02:34
Runnin (feat Tae) 617 02:42
We Go Higher (ft Karen) 646 02:52
Tell Me 404 03:16
Memories 589 05:12
Lonely Hearts 803 03:02
Be Yourself 862 02:48
It Is Hard (Each Day) 943 02:53
This Love Is Our Battlefield 1193 02:54

Velvet Routine (feat Lillian Rose)

Mark Martian


We dress like rebels drink like kings
Same old chaos in designer things
Speeches echo boots still march
Only the lighting's changed the arch

It’s a velvet routine — tailored lies in satin thread
We spin the wheel again pretend we’ve never bled
Gold-plated futures on rusted tracks
What’s next is just what’s looking back

Neon prophets selling calm
Wrapped in vinyl dripping charm
We nod and smile like we forgot
That every screen was once a plot

It’s a velvet routine
stitched with charm
and powdered shame
A silver loop of past parades
just under a new name
Gold-plated futures on rusted tracks
What’s next is just what’s looking back

Spin it once more
the record knows the drill
New shoes same dance same bitter pill

CREDITS
Performer: Mark Martian
Written by: filodyo.
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